"Sat in the Delver's Arms one winter evening I heard tell from one of the patrons of an expedition she had once been part of. According to this rather bedraggled looking woman, a few years prior she and a group of like minded individuals had planned a raid into the depths of a number of tombs throughout the region. The raids had been going well until they stumbled upon a particularly robust tomb, traversing deep into this tomb they discovered a large set of dessicated armour, at first nothing seemed out of the ordinary but upon one of her companions brushing past the armour filled with an eerie blue glow and began swinging wildly with its weapon. I thought to enquire as to the fate of her compatriots but a sallow look deterred me, truly if such horrific magical automata exist I imagine they must be formidable opponents." Instinct: To stand guard

• Passive until disturbed